Madness!!!

Realised recently that all my friends go mad. There, let that be a warning to you, don't be friends with me unless you are absolutely certain of your sanity and the health of your mind.

Let's see...
We have one who pretended to be pregnant, complete with prgenant belly body suit.
One who makes me feel bad about having friends and being happy.
A horrible one who snaps at me, makes unfunny jokes and ignores me for hours on end without seeing that there's anything wrong in that.

I could go on, but I won't - I'm boring myself!

Jo is convinced it's not me but boys. Boys are to blame for almost everything that goes wrong. I am inclined to partially agree with her, but only partially. I met up for coffee with Jo this morning. That was nice cos I don't get to see her when she's on teaching practice. Her housemate has gone mad - I tried to take responsibility for that one too, but Jo said it wasn't my fault. I'll show her.

I am supposed to be writing my critique, but I don't think I can be bothered.

Nearly cried yesterday walking home from church. I really shouldn't walk anywhere on my own - I think too much. I was thinking about how unfair some things are, like the fact that I prayed that my friend would get a boyfriend and that I would be happy to put my happiness before hers, and now that she has one she's treating me like dog-doo. At least if I hadn't prayed then it wouldn't hurt quite so much. Oh well, "give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:18. And I was thinking about just how much I want to get married and have babies. Very very very much to be precise. I need to be patient and wait for God's perfect timing. I always thought I was good at being patient, but clearly I'm not. Humph!

Now I'm going to find some books to write my critique. Hurrah!

The Aftermath

I got back around midday and the house was fine - nothing destroyed, no funny smells, all ok. And the girls were in Nic's room chatting - I was just in time to hear the drunken tales. Some funny ones, some about sick - yuck! Then we watched the video. Hilarious. I much prefer hearing about the parties to actually going to them :)

Going to help clear up at church after one of the kids' groups. They're having a type of Alpha course for the 11-14 year olds but the time gets taken up by clearing away, so I'm going to help. It'll serve as an opportunity to get to know more people before I start working there in September too.

Nic's sleeping now, so I'll go. Using her computer and don't want to keep the little hungover one awake. Bless.

Gooseberry

There is nothing worse than playing gooseberry. I'd rather be locked in a room with a hundred pigeons than with a couple who can't keep their hands and lips off each other. Goodness, it's embarassing for a start, and then it's downright rude, especially if you're the only other person in the room. Not only does it make me feel uncomfortable, but it makes me even more aware of just how single I am!!!

I managed to read 13 chapters of War and Peace yesterday in order to avoid being a gooseberry. It's a good book, I'm enjoying it, but I'm only on chapter 19 - still got a long way to go :) Ali's reading it too, but I'm way ahead of him due to yesterday's reading. It's good to have someone to discuss the book with too.

Watched Schindler's List last night. AMAZING film!!! I wept through just about most of it. I was so moved by the images of all those people. The Holocaust has always upset me before, and the images I've seen in books have made me cry, but this film made me see it all more clearly. It was like a constant barrage of sadness. And so beautiful. I love the fact it was in black and white. The little girl in the red coat, wow. And it's a true story which got me even more. I was silent when it ended. Had to wipe all my tears away too. I was watching it with others but felt like I was watching it alone. All I wanted was a hug, a human touch, to make it a little more bearable, but nothing. Quite unlike The Passion actually. You'd think I'd want something then, but it was about my own personal grief and my own response to Jesus' death, and I knew I had to deal with it alone. Plus I hate people seeing me cry! So it's weird that I'd want a hug during Schindler's List. Hmm, something to think about.

Panic Over!

Phew! We got an extra week to do the critique. It was all quite exciting really - but flippin' annoying as well. In the end Tim went down to the lecturer and had a right old go at him, and made sure that he phoned the module co-ordinator and it all got sorted out so we had an extra week. Super Tim!!! And we are all relieved, especially Natalie and myself as we were supposed to be having a Day of Fun. And we did. We watched Sleeping Beauty and then Robin Hood, and much fun was had by all. We've also eaten quite a bit of chocolate and Becky's animal biscuits.

Oo-de-lally!!! Oo-de-lally!!! Golly, what a day!!!

And I've worked out just why I've shouted at too many people and had an awfully large amount of arguments over the past few days - the Curse!!!!

And I miss my Jo. She's on teaching practice till the end of term so I can't have frequent cups of Tea with her, or sing silly songs, or talk about how stupid boys are. :(

Oh dear!

I popped into the library on the offchance that I might have something interesting in my inbox - I did. Far too interesting for my liking. Apparently the critique I'm supposed to write for my Group Project performance is due in tomorrow. Yes, that's 8 days after the performance, and only 3 days after dissertation day. Yet another example of the appalling organisational skills of King Alfred's Winchester!!! It's not too much of a problem, only 1500 words which after the 10000 words of fun is absolutely nothing, but it's the principle of the thing. Plus my housemates are having a party tonight so the 2 who have to do their critiques are going to have a bit of a problem.

The party's a post-dissertation one, and everyone has to come dressed as the subject of their dissertation. I have the perfect plan to get out of going. They know I hate the parties, so it's not too big a deal if I'm not there. But, as I wrote about Comedy's relationship with Christianity, I have decided to go as God - I'll be there, they just won't be able to see me! Which in real terms means I won't be there. I'll be at Natalie's watching Schindler's List. Or writing my critique.

Darn, I suppose I'd better get going and do some more work. No rest for the wicked, eh!

Lazy

Had a proper argument with Andy last night as he was walking me home from Cell. He asked my opinion about something, which I gave. Unfortunately he didn't agree, and started to argue about it. I had a rant in return and then he threatened to leave me to walk home alone. I said, "Fine!" He turned to walk away, and was back again in 2 seconds. I knew he wouldn't leave. But his excuse was that he'd never hear the end of it from me. I told him not to make out that I'm a moron. We had silence for a while, but I still let him come in for a cup of Tea.
That boy makes me so angry sometimes. I don't get angry that often, but recently, it's been him that's caused it more often than not. GRRRRRRR!!!
I apologised badly via text message and got no reply. Probably because I said he makes me more angry than anyone else. It's a good job I can tell Andy when he annoys me, otherwise we'd be in constant silence. Sent a proper apology this morning - got a 'no worries' so all's good.

Considering doing my food shopping online, but it would actually cost more due to the delivery charge. Unless of course I chose to spend over £40 and then they'd deliver it for free. I however, being a student, cannot afford to spend £40 on my shopping so I'm just going to have to fight my laziness and walk into town. Iceland deals, here I come!

Beth's coming round for tea. That'll be nice - we haven't had any quality time for ages. Then it's Apres Bop tonight, handing out free Pizza to all the drunkards on their way home from the Union. Love it!

Dave

Well, he did it! He handed it in, just in time. And only because I helped him a lot. Bless him, poor little Dave. He did work hard at the end, it was simply the not doing any work at the beginning that nearly ruined him. He's gone to bed now, for a good long time I hope. He's only had 5 hours sleep in the last 3 days apparently, and he looks like it!!! He'll soon be back on his feet and annoying us all again :)

D-Day

No, not the real one, Dissertation Hand-in Day. Yes, that's right I've handed it in, and feel quite happy that I have done so. However there were not the fireworks and singing that I expected when I handed my beautifully bound copies of the 10000 words of fun over the counter. Disappointing, but it was raining, so that could explain it...

Sat helping my housemate to finish his - he has 1 hour left before it needs to be handed in - everyone I know is praying. Boy, I thought the stress had ended, but clearly not. I'll keep you updated :)